“Peter Kayafas has spent twenty years out there breaking the speed limit of the
intelligible. He has photographed eateries and ruins and horizons, the starts of parades,
the aftermaths of tornados, human faces, human backs. In terms both of mileage and
vision, he has earned his Union Card for Loners. Other traveling sages enjoy cranky
membership; Robert Frank and Walker Evans come to mind. But travel, openness, talent
carried to the force of love, these have helped make Kayafas The Road’s favored recent
disciple, co-dependent.

Somehow the road yields up to him its collective privacies. Billboards promise one thing — surrounding desert begs to differ. Out there, in Kayafas’ lexicon and lens, an elk can
seem a unicorn. That con man might prove the Messiah caught hitchhiking. Atop each
homemade grave-marker, a bead of our recombinant national DNA awaits. Kayafas is
especially attuned to how man-made objects interpret the very landscape that inspired
then ruined them.”